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Hawkehis own hips forward until his thickness is pushing into s and runts in appreciation as his fingertips pluck atthe kiss, Hawke drops his other hand froe and pulls at the button one once I got home this afternoon Or rather, yesterday afternoon, as the clock has long since struck h for o of my hold on his hair and squeeze my hands in between our bodies I knock his out of the way, deftly undoing the button He, in turn, bats ainstdown

Then his hand is down the front of ers are againsthbetween s ly so, and the only way I know this is a turn-on to Hawke is by the low et drenched fro so fast I feel dizzy, and all I can do is clutch on to his biceps while he worksMy hips rock against hione and I cry out in frustration over being denied He just ss around his waist "Tiht this very second?

I aloes out the hen his head tilts and kisses asrind my hips down on him for some friction, and his hands squeeze my ass cheeks as he walks down the hall

"Which one?" he asks

"On the left," I ain

Always and ever efficient, Hawke pushes my door open and dumps me on my bed unceremoniously He leaves ht switch, flooding the roonition Hawke always did that Alanted the light on so he could see exactly what he was doing to me So he could see every nuance of pleasure written on my face So he could experience firsthand every dirty and filthy thing we did to each other without anything standing between us, including the dark

He stalks back tome in place as I lay there I know that look on his face as I’ve seen it a hundred times before It’s animalistic need and it turns me on

Haorks swiftly, the slow seduction phase of thisnow complete Shoes, socks, my khakis…all pulled clear of otten He kneels on the bed, in between aze drops to my chest, lobe of flesh His hand coht flick he pops it open With a subtle graze of his hand back and forth, he peels the material away and just stares at me

There once was a time he stared atDefinitely lust, of that I have no doubt But I also see soht be sadness

Without a word, Hawke backs off the bed, his fingers hookingtheth of my body, which should make me feel pretty and wanted, but I have a thump of pain in my chest when I note that he specifically refuses to look atthat bears the rose tattoo with his naht, I think he ht leave me there, because his eyes come up to mine and I see a moment of condemnation in thes

For hurting hiht when I had no business doing so

Maybe even for te him to come back to the very vessel he was denied with no explanation

But he merely strips away his clothes with the same efficiency that he used on aze My eyes roam over inch after inch of exposed, tanned skin and lean muscle My eyes follow the V from his lower abdomen, all the way to his cock, which is revealed to me when he pushes his jeans and underwear to the floor And when he’s as naked as I am--more so if you consider ht back onto the bed, right in between s, and stretches out over my body, where he holds himself up with elbows pressed into the mattress next to my ribs

He stares at ht dances on the blue sea Such intensity…such need and desire Such wariness I also see, but also a tiny bit of care Such euess what he could be thinking

But it becomes clear to me when he lowers hi to rest hot and heavy right at the juncture of hs His face descends slowly and his lips touch raze, to then be deepened into a full-out kiss full of lust and passion

It’s on

Our hands both journey against the other’s body Mine roam from muscled shoulders to his chest, down his ribs to his ass, where I dig into hiainstthe other hand down s He knows er slides insidebeacon